As he deepened his dominance, his lips claimed mine again, not with the earlier tenderness but with a fierce, devouring hunger that left me breathless, his tongue plunging in to tangle with mine in a dance of conquest. The taste of him— salty and masculine, laced with the faint bitterness of desire —filled my mouth, overwhelming my senses as his hips drove forward with renewed force, each thrust hitting that sweet, hidden spot deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, but he resisted, his hand sliding to my thigh to push it wider, exposing me fully to his gaze and his rhythm. "Stay open for me," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument, and I complied, my body yielding completely under his guidance, the vul
